...you do what you think is right to survive, until you reach that moment when you simply can’t survive on what is not right anymore…

Love is displacement of life and moments. People ask in gaping bewilderment, "am I in love? is this love? Is it real love?" No one has to ask, "Have I been fucked?

Sometimes you see you can't change the past, and the weight of the present is caught up in the moment, leaving you only a chance of screwing a future pooch. At that moment, in a frisson of insight you'll understand that: Yes, everything does happen for a reason, but that doesn't mean that reason has anything to do with you.

Love is about heartbreak, If you think it’s fulfillment, happiness, satisfaction, union, it's even more heartbreak.